I've come to realize that it’s not the boy, or the issues that came along with the circumstances, it’s the fact I've come to a difficult place in my life, as we all encounter. It becomes easier and easier to face everyday and I'm truly for once happy, with myself. Beyond any feeling that’s ever entered my heart this is absolutely my favorite. I feel whole, I feel like a bright shiny new toy with ecstatic paint and colorful stripes. I'm beautiful, inside. And it glitters through my eyes. I couldn't be happier. Everything that’s happened to me, all the lies, all the mistakes, all the people, all the troubles, the bullshit, has fashioned me into this person, this person I'm happy with inside. It’s new and electrifying and I can't wait to begin my life with myself relating and involving myself in all the amazing lessons and objects life has to illustrate for me. It’s unbelievable the emotions I feel and how I handle them now. It’s so different, intriguing, I love this. All the things I blamed for my unhappiness and actually behind it all was the colorful enormous mess of me that was the crisis. It hit me lying alone in my bed, like an explosion of dye that blushed through my face and shimmered its way throughout  my brain. I can’t explain how much I admire this conclusion. Every person comes across hard times, amongst  each of us, they’re all different, more difficult then others no matter we should learn to cherish them. I believe in the cliché remark that everything happens for a reason, and its proven itself right through to me. All the unfortunate mishaps I’ve embarked upon have only shaped me and  will continue to shape me until the day I die. I’m uncontrolably happy, simply happy. Happier then I’ve felt in the entire sixteen years I’ve been alive and the only person I can thank for this is myself. This is an utterly good feeling, I want to share this with others. I want for them to see how shamlessly perfect life can be and that its all within your own soul. This is life, this is my expedition, like a small seed in the wind, blowing through trees and fluttering its way into the journey as it finds its path on the otherside.